I Remember When . .
Things I Remember
| The cistern we had to dig, as we could not
find water. My Dad and Uncle dug the cistern with an old pulley to haul up
the yellow clay. One morning Dad went down to dig, my Uncle was late and
Mother and I could not haul him up. He ran out of air, nearly fainted
before my uncle showed up. With half pipes along the edge of the roof, it
caught rain water. We would lower our milk and butter down near the water
to keep it cool. We also had a rain barrel that we used for cooking and
Trading eggs or old batteries for the Capper's Weekly paper. Selling Cloverine salve. Making snow ice cream.
Watermelons, the price dropped, so we hauled them up to the barn, busted them ate the hearts and feeding the rest to every animal on the place. Chickens, ducks, dogs, cows, horses and hogs.
The bee tree we called a man to cut in the winter time. They were small black mean bees.
The man said meanest he had seen. Being a small kid, I got too close, they got after me, got into my flaming red hair. My Dad chased me down and picked them out of my hair.
The flying squirrel and the adder snake at the cucumber patch.
Clearing the land of scrub timber for a penny each.
Of the mules we borrowed from Ancel Fairbanks the first year on the farm, Nig and Blue.
We planted sorghum and made molasses, with a mule pulling the grist? what ever you call it.
The milk cow who would not allow a man to milk her. Guernsey, gave the creamiest milk I ever saw. Loved to wake up in the morning and break the ice off the milk and drink it. (that's inside the house, too)
We would heat flat irons on the old wood stove, wrap them in newspapers and put them under the covers, at the foot of the bed. Spent many nights, unwrapping them with my toes.
How the creek rose and my uncle swung across, "Tarzan style", lost his knife, in the creek, searched for it, could not find it, Got so angry he threw the scabbard in, when the water went down he found the knife, but the water had carried the scabbard away.
How Grandmother Strickland sold eggs at Holdenville, then took me to the drug store, ordered a pint of Black Walnut ice cream, which was served, in the carton, cut in half and placed on a saucer.
How my Dad would let me ride astride the lights on the old Model A Ford all the way to Calvin at 40 miles an hour. What a rush!!
How my Dad jacked the back wheel of the Ford off the ground, attached a belt and pulley to same and cut wood. Which we packed into the back (seat taken out) of the car and delivered to folks.
One person we delivered to was Mrs. Gofourth, across from the gas station-store, that had the sign "TURN IN AT TURNERS AND FILL UP WITH PHILLIPS." Mrs. Gofourth had one bad leg. She used an old cane bottom chair to get around. It was cold winter time when we delivered to her, and she had her quilt racks up, and chickens were roosting on them. :)
Lou Anne Allen, Attended Moss Schools from the 3rd. - 6th. Grades.